I’m no comic expert, but ever since I saw both Ghost World and American Splendor
(pretty much back to back), I’ve wanted to create a comic. I bought a basic black sketchbook to draft my ideas… And that’s about it. The crisp white pages were too intimidating. But when I came across this post at Bungy Notes , I had a fabulous Ah-ha! moment:
I am about twelve strips into a weekly comic I publish over at Black Magpie Theory called, “Klexmur, Alien Reporter.” It’s been a life-long fantasy of mine to create and publish a regular comicstrip. If you’ve paid attention here, you know I have more than a passing interest in comics. I also approach my work from a performance studies background, which holds (at least in some versions) that the best way to understand something is by doing it.
It’s that last line there, the “I also approach my work from a performance studies background, which holds (at least in some versions) that the best way to understand something is by doing it,” that’s the kicker.
I may just have to view the process as performance art — if only for an audience of one.
A lovely fashion sketch by Sir Cecil Beaton, which wafts off my monitor and makes my heart lighter…
In non-art related news, I’ve been spending all weekend cleaning my home, laying down poison and traps, all to rid myself of an unwanted, non-pet, mouse. I can understand him wanting to move in here; it’s already friggin’ cold here in Fargo. But he cannot stay here.
I tell you all this so that you A) understand why I would be feeling the need to get away from the cleaning fumes and get some fresh spring air, and #2 have an actual real life lesson in how art can transport one.
